"I have a submissive that you may be interested in." Chris said to me. "She's young and cute, but she needs some motivation to bring out her submissive traits. Do you think you could use her?"

"Bring her to the next munch and we'll see." I replied.

That Saturday, I got to the munch early. I saw her from across the room. She was, indeed, very attractive, although not easily seen by others through her shabby clothing. Chris had not taken the time this girl needed to fix her up, nor to teach her how to stand properly, so that her shoulders weren't slumping. I could tell she'd been through a lot, even for her young age. I guessed she was in her early twenties, although others guessed her age to be around sixteen. Her stringy, black and blonde hair draped over her eyes.

Chris hadn't let her know we'd discussed my taking her from him. She was taken back a bit when I went up and introduced myself to her.

"Hello. I'm Mistress Sierra. You must be Chris's girl." I said.

"Hi, I'm ashley." She replied shyly.

"Pleased to meet you. Maybe we could talk a bit later on."

"That sounds nice." She said.

From that day on, she was mine. I knew she was the one I had been looking for.

In the beginning, she was very timid, shy and had a very low self-image of herself. She wasn't able to take much pain. So disciplining her came slowly. She was easily humiliated also. I explained to her that serving me was no easy task and that I was very demanding. She assured me she could handle it and just needed to be trained properly.

Through the years, her statement proved true. I bought her a new wardrobe, changed her hair and taught her to stand proudly in public. I taught her what an honor it was to be the submissive of Mistress Sierra, and she came to learn how important a role she played.

The time had come to test her strength. I believed that she had been built up and toughened up enough.

When I came home from work that day, I found her in her usual place...in front of the door on her knees with her head bowed. Typically, I greet her and allow her to stand and serve me dinner. However, this particular evening, I came home, grabbed her collar ring and pulled on it harshly. I drug her to the bedroom. ashley struggled to crawl on her hands and knees as best she could behind me. I'm sure her heartbeat was pounding at this new greeting. I could hear her grunting as I tugged harder.

I came across as very harsh, demanding and angry. I'm sure it confused her greatly.

After pulling her to a standing position, I threw her on the bed. I could hear her yelp as her head hit the mattress. She remained face down as I pulled down her skirt and panties to expose her buttocks. My first reaction when seeing her exposed flesh was to caress her cheeks, as I do so love her ass, but this wasn't the time for that. Instead, I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the riding crop.

"I see that you've become comfortable living here these past years. I don't like it when my submissives become complacent. To remind you of this, you will be taken out of your comfort zone and shown that you are still a submissive...someone here for my entertainment. I would never want you to forget that."

I raise the riding crop and give her a rather hard slap on the ass with it. I watch as she winced with the pain and could hear her gasp for air. As she started to relax, I hit her again. Her skin turns to pink lines where the whip hit her, the lines raising slightly. I continue to hit her over and over, giving her shorter breaks between each thump to her rear. By this time, she is crying slightly. The only way I could tell this was by her sniffling. She was very good at hiding her emotions, except when it came to physical pain, especially when she couldn't understand what she had done to deserve this treatment from her Mistress whom she loved with all her heart. However, because she loved her so much, she stays in her position and takes whatever it is that her Mistress has in store for her.

After about twenty hits from the riding crop, I put my hand over her ass cheeks to feel the heat emanating from her skin. To feel the heat and see the welts makes me feel calm and powerful. I grab a handful of her hair at the base of her skull and pull hard. She comes back to a standing position.

"Go clean up your face. Get yourself together." I spit out at her.

"Yes, Mistress." She humbly replies, looking down. She walks out of the room and returns a few minutes later. As she walks up to me, she gets on her knees with her head lowered. I grab a handful of her hair and force her to her hands and knees. I put my feet on her back while I lay back on the bed and relax. Every minute or so, I kick her slightly in her side. She grunts a bit, but remains in position.

"Sit up." I tell her putting my feet back on the floor. She raises back to her knees and faces me.

"Take off my shoes." I command.

She unties my shoelaces and removes each shoe and sock. She automatically reaches for the lotion, which is typically what she would do after taking off my shoes.

"Did I tell you to get the lotion? NO, I didn't!!! This is exactly what I'm talking about with regards to your becoming complacent."

"I'm sorry, Mistress." she replies.

"Lay down on the floor on your back." I say.

She lays down on the floor facing up. I then put my foot on her face and begin rubbing them over her nose and mouth. She's not quite sure what to do as I've never made her give me a foot rub with her face before.

"Open your mouth." I tell her. She obediently opens her mouth and I make her lick the bottom of my feet. I rub back and forth and then force her tongue between my toes. I can feel the wetness on my feet and it's driving me crazy, however, I continue to keep myself together and don't let her know how much it's turning me on. She begins to suck on each toe individually as if giving each one a tiny blow job. She uses her tongue to gently massage each toe. I'm nearly going out of my mind with pleasure. She's always been so good with her oral techniques.

After she finishes each foot, I stand up over her, one foot on each side of her head. She looks up and watches with a clear view to my crotch. I slide my nylons off, then follow with my panties. I bend down and sit on her face.

Again, she's not used to having this done directly after work. Her normal routine would have been to be serving me dinner at this time. But I was in the mood for something else. Thinking all day about what I was going to do to her when I got home got me quite worked up.

As I sit on her face, she immediately begins to lick me. This I was hoping she would be complacent with because her technique over the years had become so perfect, she could get me off in minutes. First she licks the portion between my crotch and legs, a very sensitive area. She teases the outer lips then goes back to licking close to my thigh. Eventually, when I am beginning to moan, she separates the outer lips and slides her tongue inside, going from my opening to my clit and back. She knows just how I like to be teased.

By this time, I was already so worked up, I just sit down hard on her mouth and she begins licking and sucking furiously on my clit. As she sucks my clit into her mouth, she flicks it with her tongue at the same time. This is going to make me cum quickly, so I slide my opening over her mouth. She sticks her tongue inside of me and licks all the juices surrounding the opening, then pushes her tongue deep inside me, takes it out and slides it back in again, over and over, as if fucking me with her tongue.

I reach down and grab her arm and force her fingers inside my pussy. She reaches for that forbidden spot that makes me scream, but only for a brief second, enough to tease me yet again. Then she slides to the opening, slowly sliding her fingers along to top inside layer to find the other spot that gets me going. She rubs her fingers on that spot for a minute, then forces her fingers all the way inside me again and makes me cum. As I scream with pleasure, she takes her fingers out of me and pulls on my thighs bringing me back to her mouth.

As I'm cumming from what her fingers had just done to me, she sucks on my clit and brings me to another orgasm to outdo and add to the first orgasm. As I'm shaking from this euphoria, she slides her tongue back down to my opening and licks all the juices that she's just created inside me. She can feel me jerk and shake as my muscles loose control from this great release and she continues to listen to my screams while licking furiously to keep the orgasm going as long as she can. She loves hearing me cum.

When I?m able to get back up, I grab the O-ring on her collar again and force her to a standing position in front of me. She smiles conceitedly at knowing what she just did to me. However, I punch her hard in the stomach, forcing her to fall backwards onto the bed. She is balled up in a fetal position long enough for me to get her hands and feet bound in silk scarves.

Before she knows what's going on, I tie her hands and feet to the head and foot board of the bed. She is spread out and has a rather surprised and fearful look on her face. She is squirming to try to get free.

"Go ahead, squirm all you want. It's only going to cause you more pain. The more you struggle, the more pain you get. If that's what you want, keep it up, bitch." I snarl at her.

As she continues to struggle on the bed, I grab the long, black flogger and smack her across the breasts. As she freezes her body and yelps, I stuff another silk scarf into her mouth and put another over her mouth and tie it behind her head. She is so stunned by this swift binding, I can see her eyes grow bigger.

I kiss her lips through the scarves and say, "I warned you." as I laugh.

I open the drawer and pull out the strap on.

"Are you going to behave now?" I ask her.

She nods her head vigorously. I pull down the silk scarf and pull the moist one from her mouth. She swallows and waits quietly, being very still. I watch as her pathetic, begging eyes follow from the dildo in my hand to my face and back again.

I grin sadistically. I love how helpless she is. I love her not knowing what's coming next. The control over her only feeds my desire for her. As I bring the dildo closer to her face, she automatically opens her mouth only to have me slap her on the cheek with the dildo. I laugh again. I bring the dildo closer to her face again, watching her mouth open and slap her again on the other cheek. I slap her lips with the tip several times. She licks the dildo each time I touch her lips. She wants it, I can tell, but teasing her with it is too much fun to stop.

When she finally gives up her hope of having the dildo in her mouth, I force it to the back of her throat. She nearly gags on the foreign object, as I slowly slide it back almost all the way out of her mouth, and back in again.

I make her give the dildo a full blow job for several minutes.

"That's right, slut, get it nice and wet for me. Suck on it like a good little whore. Good girl." I tell her.

I push the dildo into her mouth and tell her to hold it there and don't let it fall out as I get her strapped into the strap on harness. I then pop the dildo out of her mouth listening to the sucking sound and insert it into the harness. She looks so silly laying there all tied up to the bed with a full on erection, but yet so inviting to me.

I strip off the remainder of my clothes and climb on top of her. I lower myself onto the dildo protruding from her hips and slide up and down. She watches my breasts bounce in front of her face. I can tell how much she wants them. I lean forward and hover one of them over her face. When she lifts her head to put the nipple in her mouth, I slide forward slightly and smash my breast on her face and slide it down her nose over her mouth, but so harshly that she isn't able to take it into her mouth. I slide to the side slightly and cover both her nose and her mouth with my breasts till she is unable to breathe.

My weight on her forces her to lie still. Eventually I feel her struggle underneath me. I love feeling her bucking under me with the dildo inside of me. She tries to force her head to the side for air, but I hold onto her hair and force her harder into my flesh.

After the orgasmic warm up from her tongue, I was all ready to cum. I ride her harder and harder while she struggles for air till I scream with passion and let her go. She gasps for air, but realizes that I'm cumming and so moves her hips into me while I ride her on top. After she has had a few gasps of air, I put my hands over her throat and stop the air flow again while I finish my orgasm. I watch her eyes grow fearful as they close tightly, her mouth open trying to breathe.

I slowly let go and sit on top of her watching tears stream down her face as she catches her breath. I slap her across the face and giggle, "That was awesome! I love you."

After I untie her and free her from the strap on, she lays in my arms content that once again she has made her Mistress happy.

It’s hard to believe that at one point in her life she actually felt guilty for using men. She was taught from childhood that she was mean and selfish and very bossy. She tried very hard at one point to be overly nice to people...to go out of her way to be polite and do things for others. It only made her miserable.

When she finally realized that it made her so unhappy to act as society says a woman should act and started being herself, men flocked to her, begging to be used. She would hurt them physically and make them clean her house and they would come back pleading for more. If she’d have known this were the case all along, she never would’ve tortured herself by trying to be someone she wasn’t.

However, all the men that came crawling to her, also bored her. Being put up on a pedestal all the time and getting everything she wanted so easily really wasn’t much of a challenge.

Then she met...him.

He was tall and strong. A man who took control in his daily life keeping others in line. He was used to getting hurt at work and fully capable of taking care of the physical battles presented to him daily. No one had ever taken him down. He was not one that could be easily pushed around.

She had always wanted to capture him and make him submit to her. Her manners always held her back from dominating him. She wondered if she should use her manipulative, flirtatious ways or be firm and demanding and just take him. Maybe a combination of the two would work.

They had been friends for quite some time now. And so, this particular night, they agreed to meet at a local bar for drinks. As she entered the bar, several people turned to look. This caught his attention and he swung around to see her.

Typically, she dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. However tonight, he was stunned to see her in a short, black skirt; black low-cut tank top with a fishnet top underneath and matching fishnet stockings. But the clicking of her black, knee-high boots on the tile was what really held his gaze.

“Pick your jaw up from the floor. It’s unbecoming to gawk so much.” she laughed at him.

“Wow, you look stunning.” he said, looking her up and down.

“Thank you. Just order me a drink. I’m ready to get this weekend started, already. It’s been a long week.” she answered.

He noticed something different about her tonight. It wasn’t just the way she was dressed. She seemed...more assertive, possibly. He wasn’t sure what it was, but it certainly did make him more attracted to her.

“Go get me that ashtray from that table.” she ordered.

He stood up and retrieved the ashtray and set it in front of her. She patted his hand as a token of her thanks.

After she let out a long sigh, she raised her boots and set them in his lap. “Wow, I’m so exhausted. I could really use a foot rub and massage. I worked so hard this week, I’m happy to just relax and take it easy.”

He was a little taken aback with her blatant move. However, it also excited him. “I’d be happy to give you a foot rub if you really need one.” he said.

That was all the invitation she needed. She got up from the table, and grabbed his hand. “Well, let’s go then.”

They drove to her place. Upon entering, she showed him into the living room. He stood in front of the couch waiting for her to sit first, however, instead of sitting, she stood in front of him and pushed him in the chest, coaxing him to fall back onto the couch. She lifted up her skirt slightly and straddled him on the couch.

She leaned over him giving him a clear view down her low-cut shirt. “You ever get tired of being in charge all day? How about I take over for awhile and see how you like it.” she said while smiling.

The slight stirring in his pants under her crotch gave her answer before he could even reply. “I don’t know. It might be interesting.”

She grabbed his hair and pulled his head back. With her other hand she slid her fingers down his neck then moved forward to run her tongue up the other side of his neck. He was a bit shocked at her dominant, yet feminine ways. She’d never acted like this with him before.

She placed her mouth on his neck and sucked lightly. Her fingers released his hair, then slid down his side, up under his shirt. She massaged his chest, then gave him a deep kiss. When he started to get excited, she pinched his nipple under the shirt, which made him tense up and return her kiss more intensely.

He moved his hands to her hips. She moved them back to the couch, while still kissing him. She moved down to the other side of his neck and began kissing him lightly there, giving him shivers. He put his hands on her back, and again she removed them and put them back to his side, then bit his neck, making him let out a moan.

“That’s it! Sit there, I’ll be right back.” she demanded.

She returned with a pair of handcuffs. She went to the back of the couch, pushed him forward and cuffed his hands behind his back. “That should keep your hands off me.” she said. “How do you like a taste of your own medicine, eh?” she laughed.

After going back to straddling him on the couch on her knees, she moved forward, pushing her breasts into his face, and pulling on the back of his head into her. “I saw you looking at these all night. I just thought you’d want to take a closer look.” She pushed hard into him, forcing his head against the back of the couch and began smothering him between her massive cleavage. She could hear him trying to gasp for air. It just made her push into him harder. He began fighting underneath her and she used her hands to force his head still.

When she leaned back and allowed him to breathe, he forced his eyes open to look at her. The shocked look in his eyes as he gasped for breath made her smile. He didn’t argue, in fact, he was speechless.

“Well, since you seem to be my prisoner in those handcuffs, I think I’m going to take advantage of you and the situation you’re in.” she laughed at him.

“What are you going to do? What if I don’t want to? You can’t force me to do things I don’t want to. I’m much stronger than you are.” he answered.

She got up and stood in front of him. “Try me.” she threatened.

As he tried to stand up, she kicked him in the crotch, reeling him back to the couch. She put her boot in his crotch, pushing the spiked heel into his most sensitive area and said, “I think you’ll do as I say tonight.”

As he sat there moaning in pain, thoughts of torture went reeling through her mind. If he can dish it out, surely he can take it, she thought.

A hard slap to his face forced his mind off the pain in his crotch. “Stand up.” she demanded. As he stood up, she reached out and unbuttoned his pants. She removed his shoes, pants and underwear leaving him standing before her with a massive erection. “Ah, so you like being treated harshly. Your words may say otherwise, but your cock tells the truth. I think you like being used by a dominant woman.”

She grabbed his cock in her hand and squeezed it tightly. She used it as a leash to pull him into the center of the room, then forced him to the floor. She reached in the coffee table’s door and pulled out some purple rope. She began tying up his ankles together then ran the rope through his legs and tied it to the base of his cock and balls. He was unable to stretch out his legs.

Before removing her boots, she walked on top of his stomach and chest to let him know she’d won. He wasn’t going anywhere for awhile. She stepped off him and removed her boots using him as a footstool while sitting on the coffee table.

Using his legs as a back rest, she pushed down his erection under her and sat down on his hips, resting her feet on his face, then grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. She sat there for awhile watching television, rubbing her feet all over his face. “This is a great foot massage. Thanks for offering that earlier at the bar.” she laughed.

His hands were beginning to go numb from being tucked under him, but he wasn’t going to complain for fear of what she might do to him. He could normally take care of himself in a situation like this, but was at a loss as to how he ended up in this position in the first place. It all happened so fast.

“Oh yea, how about that massage you promised earlier too? I need to use the restroom, but I don’t much feel like getting up and going all the way down the hall for it. Open your mouth, I’ll just use you.”

Pulling his lips tightly closed, he refused to open his mouth. She pinched his nose till he needed a breath, then when he opened his mouth, she sat down on top of him and began peeing in his open mouth. Surprisingly, not a drop spilled He was probably afraid of what she’d do to him if he got any of the tangy liquid on her carpet.

“Now lick me clean.” she said as he began licking her clit. “That’s right. Ah, yes, what a wonderful massage. Oh, you didn’t think you were going to massage my clit? Sorry I forgot to mention that earlier. But you’re doing a great job, don’t stop.” she taunted.

She looked behind her and saw that he was still quite hard. She stood up, turned around and sat back down on him, facing his erection. After reaching in the coffee table cabinet again, she pulled out some blue rope. While he was still licking and sucking her, she reached down and began tying up his cock and balls into a neat little package. She held onto the remaining rope and sat back up again. The harder she pulled, the harder he licked.

As she continued watching her movie on the television, she kept pulling and he kept licking. On commercials, she would sit harder on him, suffocating him till he fought, trying to buck her off him. “Wow, this is fun, kinda like riding a bull.” she laughed pulling harder on the reins.

He gave her orgasm after orgasm. She would pull up just before cumming to make sure the timing was right before a commercial, so that when she came, tightening up her thighs around his head and sitting down on him firmly, he’s be suffocated through the commercials, only to be allowed to breathe again when the movie returned. She may have let him have a breath or two between commercials, but that was it.

When the movie was over, she finally got up, untied his balls, feet and hands. “So, think it’s pretty humiliating to let a 5’4” woman take control of you like that? Wouldn’t it be even more humiliating if she beat you up too?” she giggled.

He stretched then went for his clothes. She tripped him before he could get to them. He caught himself on his arms before he hit the ground fully. Straddling his back, she grabbed his arm, and pulled it back behind him, smashing one of his fingers into the palm of his hand till it sent a shock up his arm.

“Roll over” she demanded. As he rolled over, she grabbed both his arms and put all her weight on them over his head, then kissed him lightly and smiled. “Give up, yet?”

He started to get up, but she put her knees over his arms so he couldn’t get up. “Oh lookie, here we are again, with my crotch in your face. Might as well make the best of it.” She lowered her crotch onto his face again. You’d think his tongue would be tired by now, but he smothered his face into her crotch and brought her to orgasm again effortlessly.

She stood up and kicked him in the side. “Get on your knees.” she said. He had realized that he wasn’t going to get away, and just gave in to her. Besides the fact that he was enjoying himself, he wasn’t about to push her into some crazy fit by trying to escape.

“Get my boots and put them on my feet.” She put one foot on his bent leg and the other on his face. He had to feel his way around to put the boot on her foot while she was smashing her other foot into his mouth. He managed to get the boot on and lace it up. She put the boot onto his shoulder and switched the foot to his other bent leg as he dressed her foot in the boot.

“Now get on your hands and knees.” she demanded as she placed her boots on his back, using him as her personal footstool. Again, she started flipping through the channels. She kicked him in the side and said, “Go get me a drink.”

Without hesitation, he stood up, found his way to her kitchen and returned with a beer from the fridge. “What are you standing there for? Get back on your knees.” she said.

She placed the cold beer on his back. “Oh, is that cold?” she laughed. “I suggest you don’t move or the beer will spill.” She replaced her boots carefully on his back next to the beer. He remained perfectly still balancing both her and the beverage steadily.

Again, during commercials, she’d torture him, grabbing the beer and running the cold bottle down his sides and over his ass. He tried his best not to flinch. She’d kick him in the sides, pinch his nipples and squeeze his balls, trying to get him to move or show some signs of being tortured, but he remained perfectly still. It just made her laugh.

When the movie would return on TV, she’d put the beer back on his back and place her feet on top of him and watch the show. His arms were tired and his knees sore. Bruises were forming on his sides where she kicked him, but he wasn’t going to give in. He’d take as much as she could dish out. He was actually thinking how much he’d like to be between her legs again, but he’d wait for her go ahead before moving out of the position he was in.

When the movie ended this time, she was tired and exhausted. His arms were shaking from being in the position he was in for hours and his hands were numb. She ordered him on his back and he collapsed to the floor, face up.

She used his stomach as a footstool again to remove her boots and stockings. She placed her feet on his face and began massaging one foot over his eyes and nose, the other over his mouth. Alternating between putting her toes in his mouth and letting him lick the bottom of her foot, she reached down and placed his hand on his crotch.

He began stroking and within minutes the stroking became faster and faster. Just before he came, she pushed her feet over his nose and mouth and smothered his breathing as he climaxed. He was trying to free his head, but she pushed harder till he was finished cumming.

When he was finished, she removed her feet, allowed him to breathe and they just stared at each other for a minute.

“So, drinks again next weekend?” she laughed.

I come in the door from a long day at work. I'm tired and glad it's Friday. I walk in and see him dressed in his g-string, the leather ankle and wrist restraints with chains in between and nothing else. He is bustling about in the kitchen preparing dinner.

"Good evening, Mistress." he says. "How was your day."

"The usual." I reply. "Come here and rub my feet."

I sit on the couch as he kneels in front of me. He lifts up my right foot and takes off my heeled shoe. He brings my foot up to his face and inhales deeply, inhaling the scent of my stocking. I push slightly with my toes, rubbing them into his nose. He backs away a little bit, and I rest the full weight of my foot into his hands. He begins by rubbing the arch of my foot. He rubs just hard enough to put the pressure where it is needed, not so soft that it tickles, and not so hard that it hurts. He has been trained by me to give the perfect foot rub.

He moves up to the ball of my foot and rubs there before moving up to my toes. He massages each toe individually, then uses his hand to massage all the toes at once. He makes sure to get in between each toe and massage the back of the toes also. He can hear my moans as I sink deeper into the couch. I lean my head back, close my eyes, and enjoy the sensations he is sending from my foot all the way up my body. He knows all the right spots to hit.

While one of his hands is massaging my toes, his other hand moves down to my heel and he massages there. I feel the tension fading away. He takes my ankle and begins massaging that while bringing my foot to his mouth. He sucks on my toes one by one. I groan with excitement as I feel the blood rushing through my body.

I stand up and pull up my skirt. I turn around and bend over slightly. "Help me take these off." I say. He reaches up and unhooks the clips that hold up my black, sheer stockings to my garter belt. I turn around to face him and raise my skirt slightly higher so that he gets a glimpse of my silky, leopard panties. His eyes raise to look, then he quickly looks back at the stockings, fumbles with the clips and releases my stockings. He pulls them slowly down my legs and I step out.

I sit back down on the couch and raise my foot to let him continue with the foot rub. He takes my foot in his hand and begins to massage again, occasionally running his tongue along the sole of my foot and sucking on my toes.

When I am relaxed, I ask how dinner is coming. He says, "I was just finishing the prep work, Ma'am. In fact, if we're done here, may I please return to the kitchen to finish preparing dinner?"

"I'm done with you." I say. "Go ahead."

He returns to the kitchen and I hear the water running and various sounds from his preparation of dinner. I get up and change into some comfortable clothes, then go into the kitchen to see how things are coming.

I come up behind him and grab his G-string and pull up on it while I look around his arm to see what he's cooking. There are various pots and pans on the stove, and he is stirring some vegetables.

I run my hands down over his butt cheeks and use my fingernails to scratch his skin from the lower portion of his ass to the top. I reach in front of him and put my hand over the bulge in his G-string and give it a tight squeeze. I hear him suck in air, but he does not flinch nor miss a beat at stirring the dinner. I run my hands up his stomach until I reach his nipples. I pinch each one between my fingers and again I hear the sucking in of air and this time a small moan. I giggle and then go back into the living room and sit on the couch to watch TV.

He comes in with a plate in one hand and a drink in the other. "All ready, Mistress." he says. He sits down next to me and hands me the drink. He cuts a piece of the steak and slowly puts it in my mouth.

"Mmm, I say, that's delicious." I kick my feet up on the couch and into his lap. I step on his crotch with my toes while he continues to feed me. He alternates between the steak, mashed potatoes and vegetables. I can feel his erection grow bigger with each bite he feeds me as I continue to wiggle my toes and occasionally push on his crotch with the bottom of my feet.

I decide we're going to play a game with his dinner tonight. I go to the kitchen and get his dinner. I make sure to cut the steak into bite size pieces before returning back to the couch.

I tell him to get on his knees. I stand up in front of him and strip my clothing off. I can see his erection inside of his G-string, however he keeps his eyes lowered as he remains on his hands and knees. I sit back down on the couch and I put a piece of steak on the top of each of my feet. He lowers himself down to eat the steak from my foot. I feel his hot breath on my skin as he approaches, opens his mouth and retrieves the food. He sucks slightly at my skin before closing his mouth to chew. He does the same to the other foot when taking the other bite of steak.

I then put a spoonful of vegetables on each of my thighs. He begins at my knees and licks his way up the inside of my thigh till he reaches the bit of food I've put down. He licks up the vegetables, followed by a sucking motion on my leg, then chews. He again starts at the other knee, following the same routine while retrieving the next bite, I've left for him. I can feel myself get quite excited by watching him eat this way, and feeling the passionate way he has chosen to retrieve his food.

I then open my legs and spread mashed potatoes over the outer lips of my pussy. I get excited just from the thought of making him retrieve his dinner from this particular spot.

He begins at mid thigh and licks his way up to my lips. He licks the mashed potatoes from one side, while grabbing my hips with his hands and pulling me slightly towards him. I rest my feet on his shoulders. He then puts his mouth back to my inner thigh and again licks his way up to retrieve the other bite of mashed potatoes he left. He licks off all the mashed potatoes and then continues licking, spreading me open with his tongue and licking my clit. I grab the back of his head with my hand and pull him into me then run my fingers through his long, straight, black hair. I wind his long hair around my hand and pull him into me.  He continues to lick and suck. I feel his hand go from my hip and down my thigh.

He caresses the inside of my thigh continuing to move up till he reaches my opening. He slowly slides two fingers inside and moves them in and out. He slides them all the way in and holds them there in that spot I showed him and wiggles his fingers. I explode into orgasm. Then I remember that he's not done with dinner. "Oops, I guess I let you get carried away there. Back to dinner." I laugh.

I lay down on the couch as he's kneeling beside me and I place bits of vegetables and pieces of steak on various places on my stomach, then I cover my nipples in mashed potatoes.

I watch and moan softly as he gently retrieves each bite and finishes taking the food with a soft sucking kiss of my skin. I get excited again as he works his way up my stomach and gets to the mashed potatoes. I watch his mouth cover my nipples and suck off all the mashed potatoes from my breasts. He lingers there, continuing to suck, slowly at first and then getting harder.

I reach down and feel his hard cock. I reach into his G-string and grab him with my hand. I gently squeeze, then run my hand down between his legs and massage his balls, then back up his shaft again. I continue to stroke as he continues to suck on my breasts. I feel his hand find his way up my thighs again until he has entered me once more.

"Time for dessert." I say, jumping up and walking to the bedroom. He follows me in and I grab him and throw him on the bed. I jump on top of him and pin his hands down onto the bed. I lean forward and kiss him while rubbing my hips down over his bulging crotch.

I run my fingernails down the front of his body till I reach the G-string. I pull it down and off his legs, and toss it aside. I get up and get some rope. I tie his hands and feet to each corner of the bed.

I get on top of him again and dangle my breasts over his face. I tease him with them. I rub them on his cheeks. He turns his face to suck on one, then I move it away. Then he does the same to the other side. He looks so hungry laying there with his mouth open trying to catch them. I finally lean down enough for him to begin sucking on my right nipple and I moan with delight. I pop that one out of his mouth and move slightly to let him suck on the other.

I slide down and slip him inside of me. I go slowly at first. Teasing him as I know he is very horny. He can feel the warmth of me all over his cock. I slide him all the way in, hitting that wonderful spot inside of me, and I linger there. I move slightly to stimulate the spot. He starts moving his hips, but I squeeze my pussy, letting him know to stay still.

I then slide forward and up slightly, ever so slowly, then I push back down fast. I bounce up and down on top of him, pushing on his chest with my hands for stability. I slide my hands up and over to pinch his nipples while continuing to ride him. With each loud moan I make, his cock gets harder. I have a massive orgasm. He feels the wetness flow over his cock as I slow the stroking pace.

I get off him and turn around to sit on his face. I let him suck and lick all the juices out of me. I lean forward, taking his cock into my mouth. I slowly lower my lips down the length of his shaft, taking all of him in my mouth. I begin stroking him with my mouth as I reach down and stroke his balls softly, gradually increasing the grip as his cock gets harder. I then move my hand up to his shaft and follow my mouth with my hand stroking and sucking up and down. When I feel him get really hard, almost about to explode, I grab the base of his cock and squeeze hard till the orgasm subsides. Then I continue again.

While continuing to suck, I reach down and slowly rub my finger over the opening of his ass. I hear him moan. I reach down with the other hand and rub his balls. He is so stimulated, I feel his orgasm coming again, and I reach up and squeeze the base of his cock again.

When the tension lessens in his cock again, I return to his ass and balls with my hands and continue sucking on his cock. I slowly enter him with the tip of one finger.

I can feel his excitement in the way he is licking my pussy. I push down harder into his mouth as the climax comes. When I climax, I push my hips into him more and stroke his cock with my hand. My orgasm and stroking is too much for him to handle, and he explodes all over his stomach.

"Mmmm, that was a good dessert. Don't you agree?" I ask.

"Oh, yes, Mistress, maybe we'll be hungry again later on." he replies with a wink.

Meeting people online can be quite a feat sometimes. One never knows if the person is really who they claim to be through their words. So, when the time came to meet in person, she hadn’t set any great expectations.

“It’ll be in a public setting. It’s a group meeting, so if it doesn’t work out or I’m totally bored talking to him, I can always go talk to my other friends. I’ll be safe and not stuck.” She told her friend.

She gave herself a once-over again in the mirror before leaving for the meeting; she noticed how the black velvet gown flowed perfectly over her ample hips. The corset around her waist showed off her hourglass shape and pushed her cleavage up to stand at attention. Her long, ebony hair flowed straight down her back and spilled over her shoulders, brushing against portions of her exposed skin. Her blue/green eyes pierced through the dark make up. She chose to wear the four-inch platform boots to give her a boost in her shorter frame, since she knew he was about a foot taller than she was. She didn’t want to feel like she was an inch tall standing next to a giant.

When she walked in, several people in the pit area of the bar waved, welcoming her and smiling. Her eyes only had to scan the room once to find him. He stood out from all the other attendees at the meeting.

He was much more gorgeous in person than she could’ve possibly thought. His picture online didn’t do him justice. When he stood, his tall frame was more than enough to hold his exquisite, athletic build. He wore jeans, a black t-shirt and a leather vest. His blonde hair was combed back and his blue eyes were welcoming.

After all their talks online, she knew he wasn’t a new player to the SM community. However, he was mostly on the dominant side of things. Even his demeanor in general was dominant. He didn’t slouch and was confident. It showed in the way he walked and talked.

Even in her tall boots, she still had to reach up to hug him. He managed to encompass her inside of his embrace and make her feel small. But that was always the big turn-on for her. It gave her butterflies inside to think that soon she’d have total control over his large man, taking away all of his masculinity and turning it around in her favor.

Over the next few weeks, the relationship moved in the direction she had planned. She slowly started gaining the control and just through little gestures, the gender roles shifted between the two of them. She’d bring him flowers to a date, rub his ass through his jeans, or even test the waters by pulling the back of his hair as they kissed, watching the passion rise and his nature give in to her.

All he had to do to her was mention how he wondered how it would feel to be a woman sometime. She had no need to fully transform her men into women, but oh how she loved her boys to be feminized. She loved the way their masculine traits softened, how they let their emotions out more, how the feel of the clothes felt over their skin when she touched them, and especially how they looked in make up. She never understood why this all worked for her, as she wasn’t attracted to women, necessarily, just men who emulated women. Why never mattered, just that she found someone to give in to her needs.

She began calling him Honey, as it still fit his personality and he was so sweet with her, but she could get away with calling him that in public and no one would think strangely about it.

The slow build up of their relationship was to work her way into “the big night”. She’d begun buying him panties to wear daily under his clothes. He loved how the silky or sheer material felt under his rough clothes. She smiled knowingly at him in public about their secret.

When the day arrived, she went to pick him up early in the afternoon from his house. He just thought they were going on another one of their outings and that nothing special was happening this particular day. Their first stop was the mall. He had no idea what he was in for and was just enjoying spending time with her. She walked into Victoria’s Secret and they both browsed around the store. He picked up items he thought would look nice on her, and she picked out some items as well. When they had a good selection of lacy boy shorts, garters, thigh-high stockings and corset-type tops all in red and black, she asked the sales lady if she could try on the items. The sales lady led them back to the dressing rooms, then returned to the store area. She grabbed Honey’s shirt and pulled him inside the dressing room, closing the door behind him.

He was a bit shocked that she’d done that, but also got aroused thinking he was going to see her try on the clothes for him. She turned around to him and began unbuttoning his shirt. She watched his face turn red when he realized what was happening, but he didn’t stop her from undressing him.

When he was fully undressed down to his white lace panties, she handed him a garter. She sat down and watched him dress himself in the garters and corsets. She liked looking at his body, and in the articles he was trying on, she thought of him as a present she gets to unwrap.

As he stood there feeling a bit awkward, she said, “Turn around, I want to see your ass.” He turned around and it almost took her breath away. He had the most perfect ass surrounded by the sheer, black material, with the white lace underneath, all she could do was reach out and squeeze his cheeks. She ran her fingertips over the material tracing the lines, then ran her fingernails gently over his exposed skin. It made him shiver and she heard a gentle sigh escape his lips. “Perfect.” She told him. “I think we’ll get them all.”

His stomach did flip-flops and he swallowed hard. He was a bit uncomfortable in the clothes, but loved the way he felt when he was in them. He couldn’t wait to get them on again. She sat back on the stool in the dressing room and enjoyed watching him get dressed again. She tried very hard to contain her excitement as well, by crossing her arms and legs, and staring at him while he dressed.

On the way to the counter, she stopped off at the perfume section and grabbed a tall, thin, pink bottle of body spray as well and placed it on top of the frilly items he was already carrying.

On the way out, she handed him the bag and had him carry it. Again, nothing out of the ordinary for others looking at them, but they both knew the items were for him, not her.

Down the mall, they stopped into an accessory shop. When she’d lift up various necklaces and put them up to his neck, he blushed severely and looked around to see who was looking. She didn’t seem to be concerned at all with whoever might be watching, nor what they thought. All she was interested in was dressing up her girl for the perfect evening.

They again, picked out various things they liked separately. “Honey, come here.” She yelled across the store. When he came to her, she put some bangles and bracelets over his wrist to see how they looked. He wiggled his hand a bit to get them into place then held out his hand for her to judge. “Looks good to me. We’ll get those too.” She said. “Oh, and by the way, your hands look great since I told you to stop biting your nails. But we’ll help that along later, too.”

“Thank you, Ma’am.” Was his reply.

He could feel the electricity surge through his veins at the thought of more to come. It’d been a long time since he’d felt this much excitement and anticipation.

While she was driving to the next store, he took the items out of the bag and looked them over again. He loved rubbing the silky material and thought about how he felt when he was in them. She smiled, loving the way he was reacting to all this.

The next stop was to a nail salon. His eyes bulged at the thought of going in there and what he was going to have to do. Yet, somehow, he was still excited. “Would he be able to go through with this?” He thought.

As they walked in, the lady at the counter was welcoming. “Will you be doing manicures today?” She asked.

“No, we’ll both be getting pedicures.” Sierra replied.

“Ok, please pick out your color then.” She stated.

Sierra went to the shelves that housed the colors and picked out two shades of red. She then handed one to him and took the other to her chair where they sat down next to each other.

The lady doing Honey’s toes giggled when she saw the red bottle in his hand but didn’t say anything to him about it.

As the lady was painting Honey’s toes, everyone tried to act like it was a normal, day-to-day happening, but both Sierra and Honey knew how it made them feel. She could see and feel him slipping further into his feminine role.

They both giggled between them while they were wiggling their toes, allowing them to dry. When they were finished, they thanked the ladies and were on their way to their next destination.

She pulled into the supermarket parking lot and they went inside. She pulled out a cart, then walked away, expecting him to push it behind her. He caught on quickly and followed her through the store. She grabbed various items and placed them in the cart. “Honey will you grab that box up there for me, please?” She said to him. He liked feeling like the housewife. Pushing the cart behind her only reinforced that issue.

While they were bringing the groceries into his place, she also brought a couple of extra bags inside as well.

As he was putting away the groceries, she took the items they bought at the mall and the other items she had brought in and went into his bedroom. She laid out the items on the bed she wanted him to wear in addition to several wrapped presents. Next to all the items, she laid a single red rose, then went back to watch him in the kitchen.

When he was finished putting the food away, he made her a drink and gave a slight bow as he handed it to her. Her piercing glance, over the rim of the glass as she drank, made him blush.

“I’ve left a few items for you on the bed. I think it’s time you get dressed for me.” She said to him.

“Yes, Ma’am.” He replied as he headed off to his bedroom.

When he went into his room and shut the door, he noticed all the items laid out on the bed for him. It was so sweet of her. He noticed several boxes and began with the big, black box wrapped in white ribbon. As he opened the lid and moved the tissue paper to the side, he saw a long, black, silky-feeling dress with red trim lace. “Wow, how pretty.” He thought. The next box held some spiked heeled boots...in his size even! Oh, she was good.

Another box revealed a long, red, slightly curly wig. “Oooh, very hot.” He thought.

The last small box held a razor. He knew what this was hinting at, without a card attached to explain further instructions. He quickly got into the shower and shaved his entire body. It took him about a half-hour to do, as he’d already been shaving various parts of his body on his own.

After he got out of the shower and dried off, he sprayed himself from his neck down to his thighs with the body spray. He then put on the black silky panties with the red lace trim. Over that, he slid on the red, lace garter belt. He sat down and began putting on the black, thigh-high stockings. As he bunched them up and started at the toe, he purposely took more time sliding them up his freshly shaved legs. He was much more sensitive to the sensations now that the hair was gone. He loved the silky feel of the stockings sliding up his calf and felt the stirring in his panties. He struggled with the buckles and clips on the garter and corset, but managed to get himself into the outfit.

He caught a quick glance at himself in the mirror and stopped. He moved closer to the mirror and couldn’t stop gawking at himself. “Wow.” He thought. He turned around to check out his rear as best he could, but couldn’t believe the transformation and how much more feminine he looked in the outfit. He was incredibly turned on and couldn’t wait to finish the outfit and have her see him in it. He was slightly embarrassed, but not enough to overcome his excitement.

He continued by putting on the dress and jewelry. When he finished, he touched it off by putting on the wig. He straightened his dress, fluffed his hair a bit over his shoulders, then put on the boots.

He had a hard time walking with the tall spikes, but figured it out quickly by taking small steps and walking more on the ball of his foot, rather than the clunky way men walked on their heels. He felt so feminine, he couldn’t believe how she’d changed him like this. She had such good taste too. He was a whole new person. He felt it really brought out something submissive inside him.

He took a deep breath and opened the door to peek out. “Well, come out here, Honey. I want to see.” She said. He tip toed out and stood just outside the doorway, leaning a bit on the door jam for balance and support. He was so giddy and excited, he was afraid he might pass out.

“Well, look at you. You are incredibly sexy. I don’t know how I’m going to keep my hands off you tonight. Come over here to the desk and sit down.” She said, patting the chair. He looked over to the desk and saw several make-up items and bottles of nail polish.

As he sauntered over to the desk, she was rather impressed with how well he was taking to walking in the boots. She thought he must be a natural. He smoothed his dress behind him as he sat down on the chair so as to not get wrinkles in it while sitting down. “How attentive of him to think to do that. I think he‘s really enjoying himself and getting into this role well.” She thought.

She placed her hands on his cheeks and pushed his face upward so that he was looking her in the eye. She swung her leg over his lap and sat down on top of him. She moved her hand underneath his chin and raised it slightly to give him a soft kiss on the lips. “You’re too beautiful to resist.” She said to him.

“Thank you, Ma’am.” He replied blushing.

She looked over the make up items and began choosing a few, applying several different shades to his lids, lining the eyes, applying mascara, and finishing it up with a touch of red lips. The gleam in her eye told him everything he wanted to know about how he looked. He smiled at her sheer joy.

“Oh, I’m not done.” She told him. She grabbed another chair and began the manicure. He was enjoying being pampered this way and then understood why women spend so much time primping at the salons.

“Now allow your nails to dry, then I’ll have you start on dinner. Blow on them a little bit, Honey, that’ll make them dry faster.”

He spread his fingers and gently blew on the red paint. He was feeling so delicate and girly. He loved this feeling. He’d never experienced anything like it. Her attention to him and her responses also increased the adventure. He loved the way she looked at him. It was amazing how she made him feel. He was so turned on, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to keep himself under control. “But that’s not how a lady should act.” He thought, and therefore, held his need under control for the time being.

“While your nails dry, would you please just walk for me. I’d like you to get used to the boots and, frankly, I just want to watch you walk. You look totally amazing. It’s turning me on a lot.” She told him.

He smiled then raised himself from the chair very seductively, keeping his rear end stuck out a bit till the very end of the stand. It was surprising how well he was getting into this role, but she loved every minute of it, and realized she was the one being seduced here.

He floated around the living room area, every once in awhile pretending to bend over to look at items on the various tables around the room. She ate up all the attention he was creating. He managed to walk very well in the boots. She was rather impressed.

“I’d love for you to make dinner now. I’m really hungry. Would you get started on that, please? Just be careful with how you touch things in there till you’re sure your nails are dry.”

“Yes, Ma’am. It would be my pleasure and I‘ll be sure not to ruin my nails.” He replied as he sashayed off to the kitchen.

Sierra moved a chair to the side of the kitchen area so she could watch Honey preparing dinner. This was her favorite part. Although Sierra knew how to cook, she mainly did it only when she had to and absolutely loved when someone else would cook for her. To her it meant sacrifice. Someone was giving of their time in order to please her.

When Honey put on the vinyl apron trimmed with leopard print, Sierra tried to remain calm. She could feel the blood rushing to her most private parts. She crossed her legs, trying to remain in control. As the chicken went into the oven, Honey began preparing the side dishes on the stove. Sierra was wondering why she would ever want to keep her passion under control, and instead, decided to let it all go. She walked over behind Honey as he was stirring items on the stove. She wasn’t sure if it was the steam rising that made her this hot or watching Honey in his outfit walking back and forth in front of her, but she was burning up.

She put her arms around Honey’s waist and then brought her hands up over Honey’s chest, slowly feeling the slick, shiny material beneath her fingers, occasionally running over the fur trim. All the sensations of soft silk, vinyl, fur and the smell of his skin drove her wild.

She ran her hands back through his sides and moved down over his rear end. She felt the outline of the garter and his panties beneath the dress. She continued running her hands down, alternating between his inner thighs and outer legs. She loved touching his body anyway, but through all these sensational clothes, it made her heart race.

When she reached the end of the dress, she ran her hands back up his legs, bringing the dress up with her, exposing what was hidden underneath. Although Honey continued cooking dinner and remained perfectly still for Sierra to explore, Sierra noticed the slight tilt of Honey’s ass in her direction and the various gasps that were escaping from Honey.

Sierra’s hands finally reached the top of the thigh highs. She lingered there rhythmically alternating between his freshly shaved skin and the feel of the lace under her fingertips. He was extremely excited at her delight of him in the outfit. She ran her finger underneath the garter belt up to his round bottom. She pushed her body into him, while outlining with her fingers under the curve of his shape. She moved her hands, palms up and gently ran her fingernails over his ass cheeks, then squeezed at the end.

He had to put both hands on the counter to brace himself as she moved one of her hands around his side to the front of his crotch and the other through his thighs where they met. She moved around to the front between him and the stove.

He would occasionally reach around her to stir the items on the stove, while she continued to play with his body. Her hands continued to rub the bulge she’d created in his panties and she could feel the wetness through the sleek material. With her free hand, she reached down through the low neck of the dress and caressed his nipples through the corset, occasionally pinching them slightly.

She grabbed both sides of his head and pulled him into her, unable to control herself any longer. He dropped the spoon into the pan and wrapped his arms around her as they shared a passionate kiss. She bit his red painted lower lip lightly while staring into his eyes, then continued sucking, always controlling the movement of his head with her hands.

Then as fast as she began the kiss, she ended it and moved under his arm to return behind him again. “Don’t stop cooking, you’re going to ruin my dinner.” She chastised him.

“Yes, Ma’am.” He said breathlessly.

At the same time, she lifted up his skirt, where she finally got the first real glance at his ass and legs in the garters. The booty shorts barely covered half his ass cheeks. The rest was bared for her pleasure. She felt her heart would explode from beating so fast and wondered if he felt it when she pressed up against him.

She took her first swat. He realized that this might go somewhere and turned down the dinner, just in case. He didn’t want to ruin the meal, but could in no way stop what was about to happen, nor did he want to.

She watched the red finger marks show up on his skin. It turned her on greatly to see how easily he marked, so she continued giving him spankings with her bare hand while he bent over the counter and pushed his ass out for her to have easier access to. She alternated between hand slaps and running her fingers inside the cleft between his cheeks and through his crotch area. The way she ran her fingernails over the material made it seem like he was vibrating inside his panties.

Every once in awhile, he’d reach over and stir the meal. This only made her more turned on and wanting to distract him from his duties in the kitchen. She smacked his ass some more. The more she heard him moaning, the more blows were delivered. They were both breathing very hard by now.

Panting, he said, “Ma’am, I must...check on...the chicken.” One more good stingy blow to his ass and she walked out of the kitchen.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel and tried to get his composure again.

He was facing the stove again stirring the dish before him when she returned behind him. He could feel her between his legs again, while she ran her hands up over his arms.

“Wait a minute,” he thought, “her hands are on my arms, then what’s that between my legs...oh my God.”

She smiled when he stiffened up a bit, but then relaxed and allowed himself to stroke against her rubber cock. She continued to push in and out between his thighs, while he continued stirring the dinner. He moved some pots to areas that burners weren’t turned on so that they could continue their play. He felt behind him and ran his hands over her bare skin, feeling the harness surrounding her exposed cheeks.

“Get down on your knees.” She demanded. “I want you to give me a blowjob.”

He fell to his knees, looking up at her seductively. He slowly took the cock in his mouth. She rocked her hips back and forth to fuck his mouth. “Suck on it, don’t bite.” She said. “That’s right, suck my cock, you naughty little girl.” He choked a bit on the size, but then regained his composure. She leaned back on the counter. She was getting extremely turned on watching his cheeks puff in and out with each stroke.

She lifted him up by grabbing the back of his hair. He struggled to his feet quickly as she grabbed the back of his neck and forced him over to the counter area, then pushed his head down onto the counter top. He splayed his hands on the tile, elbows bent for stability. After she pulled down his panties, he felt the slick sensation of her fingers attempting entry. He spread open wider for her as she slowly, but still forcefully, went inside of him. When she pushed her hips against him, he could feel a slight vibration, but then went back to concentrating on the sensation of her fingers inside of him.

When she released her fingers, he was left feeling void, longing for more. But as soon as he recognized that feeling, she was at his back door again, working to gain access with her strap on. She worked slowly, letting him relax enough for her to get in, then she grabbed onto his hips and pulled him into her. He could feel a slight vibrating sensation, which he assumed was doing something for her as well.

With each stroke that she pushed into him, she felt the opposite end of the dildo pushing into her. The vibrating clitoral stimulation would send her over the edge soon, she realized. So she reached around to stroke his cock while continuing the in and out motion of her hips. On occasion, she would slap his ass and pull on his hair underneath his wig. She ran her fingernails down his back, causing him to shriek out loud.

“M-m-ma’am, I-I-I can’t hold out much l-longer, I’m going to c-cum soon.” He stammered.

She barely heard him through her own moans and grunts. She grabbed his hand and moved it over his shaft to allow him to caress himself, then returned her hands to his hips and pumped into him even harder.

Her knees went weak when she finally hit her climax, but managed to press into him the best she could while he jerked with his own orgasm as well. She slowed her pace so both could finish and then slowly they both came down.

She removed herself from inside him and caressed his pink ass cheeks underneath her palm, feeling the heat coming off the welts she’d left, then grabbed his hips and pulled him around, spinning him in front of her. She grabbed his head and gave him a deep, passionate kiss. It made him a bit dizzy and he melted into her while running his fingers through her hair.

She pulled away from him and said, “Well, dammit, where’s my dinner?”

He giggled and replied with, “Right away Ma’am, it’s just about ready.”

Sierra went and cleaned herself up allowing Honey to clean up as well before serving dinner. She lit the candles on the table and sat down to be served. After the situation in the kitchen, they both had built up quite an appetite.

Once the food was in place on the table, Honey sat down and they shared a look between them. Sierra put her hand over Honey’s and they both knew without saying a word. It was a wonderful role-reversal that they both needed. “You’ll make a wonderful wife someday, Honey.” Sierra said. “But if that was dinner, I can’t wait for dessert. Whatever you’re making, be sure to put Honey in it.”

“I’m sure you’ll take care of that, Ma‘am.” He smiled.

It’s Saturday. I wake up stretch and reach for My slave. The bed is empty next to Me and I realize that he is still at work as he works the graveyard shift. I look at the clock and realize that he will be home within the hour.

So I jump out of bed, get dressed in the tank top dress that I usually run around the house in and start getting breakfast going. I can feel the excitement building inside Me as I know what’s in store for him when he gets home. I hear his key in the doorknob as he unlocks the door and opens it.

When he comes in and closes the door behind him, he turns around he sees Me standing there with a rolled up newspaper in one hand and a collar in the other. I smack him on the side of the head with the newspaper and say, "Bad doggie. Don’t ever run away like that again. Now heel." He puts down his items and gets on all fours in front of Me. I pat his head and say, "Good boy."

I reach down and put the collar around his neck and attach it. I reach next to Me and grab the leash from the bookshelf to My right and attach it to the collar and lead him into the kitchen. I make him take off his clothes while I’m getting his breakfast. When I turn back around, he is obediently sitting there on all fours looking up, patiently waiting for Me.

I put the dog bowl on the floor and say, "There you go, boy. Eat up." I go to the living room and sit down with My plate and eat My breakfast as I watch him slurp up his. When he is finished, he crawls over to Me and looks at Me. I put My plate down on the floor and say, "There you go, you can lick the rest of Mine." He puts his head down and starts licking My plate.

When I see that he is done, I get the plate and grab his leash and make him follow Me into the kitchen where I pick up his bowl and put the dishes into the sink. I look over at the floor in the middle of the kitchen and see a puddle (which I had placed there earlier with some of My fresh morning urine). I look at him with displeasing eyes and say, "Bad boy. Look what you did." I get the newspaper and start swatting him on the butt. He looks down in shame and I lead him over to the puddle. I say, "Clean it up, bitch." He obediently puts his head down and starts lapping up the puddle while I am still smacking him with the newspaper.

When he is done I say, "Now don’t do that again or you’ll have to sleep in the dog house tonight." I then bring him back into the living room by the leash and I sit down on the couch. I put My foot by his face and, like the good dog he is, he starts licking My feet. I giggle because it feels so good. I move My feet around so that he is able to lick all the various places on My foot, including My toes and sole of My foot. I switch to the other foot and do the same thing.

I reach beside Me and find the whiffle ball and throw it across the room. I say, "Go get it boy" and then I watch as he crawls along the floor, finds the ball, puts it into his mouth and starts to bring it back. I notice that it takes up a good portion of his mouth and saliva is dripping out of his mouth. When he comes back to Me, I make him sit and keep the ball in his mouth as I stroke his hair and pet his back and down over his butt watching him as he slobbers all over the ball. I smack his butt a couple of times with My hand. I say, "Ok boy, put the ball down" and point to the floor. He turns and spits out the ball onto the floor where I am pointing.

I say, "Ok boy, speak" and snap My fingers a couple of times over his head. He then starts barking. I keep saying that a couple more times till he has barked quite a bit. I then pet his head again and pull his hair and then pet it again. I put My feet up on the coffee table in front of Me so that My legs are half bent. I grab the leash and pull him under My leg and between My thighs.

I spread My legs and he begins licking My clit. I keep pulling the leash and begin stroking his hair as he continues to lick the juices. I say, "Oh yeah, good boy, that’s it." He is hearing My moans and feeling his hair being pulled to bring his head further into Me. When I am just about to orgasm, I pull the leash and pull him away from Me before the big climax.

I turn around and get down on the floor leaning over the couch and pull him behind Me with the leash over My shoulder and say, "Come on boy, fuck Me like the dog you are." He reaches up and puts his hands on My hips as he enters Me from behind. I feel his cock inside Me and I moan with pleasure. I’m pulling on the leash over My shoulder with My left hand and reaching down to My clit with the right hand, rubbing and massaging. I say, "Harder boy, harder!"

He continues stroking harder, pulling My hips into him. As he is banging Me now with a fury, I continue to rub until I am screaming with pleasure. He feels Me close around his hard cock as I explode with the most incredible orgasm. He continues to stroke as I come down slowly from the euphoria. He can feel Me shuddering and hear My muffled moans as I have My head buried in the couch cushion.

When I raise My head, I say, "Ok, boy." He can feel the juices all over his cock as the air hits his cock when he pulls it out of Me. I stand up and put My crotch in his face and pull him into Me with the leash as he starts to lick the orgasmic juices flowing out of Me and down My leg. I let him continue to lick Me while I stand there over him until I feel most of the juices have been consumed.

I then lead him by the leash into the bedroom. As I enter the doorway and he follows behind Me on all fours, he looks into the room and on the bed is Mara. He looks with surprise as he didn’t even realize she had been there this whole time. She says in her cute doggie voice, "Hi girl. How’s My good girl doing today?"

She comes over to pet him on the head. (I don’t think she realizes that he is a boy dog, but that’s ok.) She offers him a similar ball like the one we had played with earlier. She puts it up to his nose and as he goes to put it in his mouth, she throws it into the hallway. I let the leash go and he goes chasing after the ball.

I smile at Mara and say, "Aren’t dogs fun to play with?" She nods at Me with a smile and says, "Yeah, but when I had a my dog, I used to play with her in a different way." I say, "How’s that?" By this time he had retrieved the ball and brought it back to her. She reaches down to his collar and leads him to the bed and says, "Up, girl" and pats the bed.

He obediently gets on the bed on all fours. I put a towel down beneath his mouth because he is drooling so much. She puts on the pink rubber gloves and he hears that snapping sound and immediately knows what’s coming next. I’m sitting in front of him with My legs spread so that he is looking directly at My pussy. I watch Mara as she puts on the strap on and attaches the dildo inside of it. He feels something wet sliding inside his ass and realizes it’s her finger.

I watch as she loosens him up enough to insert the dildo inside of him. I hear him moaning as he feels the large object going inside of him. I start to touch Myself and watch the pleading look on his face as he wants so much to be licking Me, but can’t because of the ball inside his mouth. I watch as Mara continues to fuck him from behind as she is saying, "Good girl" and rubbing his ass.

I reach beneath him and pinch his nipples. As I have an orgasm, I reach up and pull the ball out of his mouth and grab the leash and pull him into Me and let him finish Me off. When I am done, Mara removes the strap on and we both lavish attention on him, saying, "Good doggie" in our cutest doggie voices and giggle.

“Are you ready for your big night?” She says to him.

“Yes, Mistress. I’m very excited about this.” he replies.

They’ve talked about this for months, and now the night has finally come. This is his ultimate submission to her. She walks up to him and slowly lifts his shirt over his head. She runs her hands over his chest and down his stomach feeling him flinch beneath her soft touch. She unbuckles his belt, unbuttons his jeans, slowly slides them down while she caresses his ass, and then she lets them drop to the floor. He releases his legs from the jeans and kicks them to the side.

She has everything laid out on the bed. There are black thong bikini silk panties, sheer black stockings, a black lace garter belt and a black and red lace corset. There is also a medium length black PVC dress with spaghetti straps.

She picks up the thong and he slides his feet through the holes as she holds them open for him. She gently slides them up his thighs, and then tucks everything in. She touches the skin still exposed around the thong with her fingertips. She instructs him to sit down.

“I’m going to show you how to properly dress as a woman. When you put on stockings, bunch them up all the way to the toe, then put them on and slide them up your leg. This reduces the chance of getting runs in the stocking. Understand, slut?” she instructs.

“Yes, Mistress.” he replies.

He takes the sheer black stocking and bunches them up to the toe. He makes sure that the seam is facing the rear of his leg as he slowly pulls up the nylon. At the top, he arranges the elastic so that it is at his mid-thigh.

When he has finished with the other leg, she picks up the black lace garter belt and walks behind him. Reaching around him, she slides the material over his stomach and around his sides. She clips it together and then attaches the garter to the stockings. She pats his ass cheeks which are now framed by the lace.

Taking out the red and black sheer lacy corset, she walks back over in front of him. She holds out the straps for him to put his arms through and then hooks it together along his back. The bust is obviously too big for him, so she stuffs nylons inside the cups and then giggles.

She hands him the dress and watches him put it over his head and pull it down over his body. Mmm, she thinks about how seductive he looks and grins sadistically. She notices how the sheer stockings accent his long, lean legs.

“Do you like how that feels on your skin?” she asks him.

“Yes, Mistress, it feels very soft and silky.” he replies.

She leads him to the vanity table where all the make up is located. She tells him to close his eyes, and begins making over his face in various colors as if painting a picture. She ends with the lipstick. “Now pucker and rub your lips together to spread it around. Yes, that’s it. Good. You’re looking very pretty, Dorothy.” she says.

“Thank you, Mistress.” he smiles.

She unties his long, straight, black hair from the hair tie and lets it fall across his shoulders. Wow, amazing, she thinks as she feels a stirring inside her knowing what’s coming next.

She attaches a leash to his collar and leads him into the bedroom. While he is standing in the middle of the room, she walks around him, touching various places on his body, running her hand along the dress, over his ass, around his hips.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me tonight, Dorothy?” she asks.

“Yes, Mistress. I’m here for your pleasure, Ma’am.” he replies.

She reaches under the dress and plays with his nipples, pinching, squeezing and running her fingertips over them. She is inches from his face. She grabs his hair, pulls him into her and gives him a deep, long kiss while she strokes the silky stockings and his bare skin between the garter.

Leading him to the St. Andrew’s Cross, she puts him in the wrist and ankle restraints then locks him in, facing the cross. She runs her fingernails gently across his ass under the dress.

She reaches around the front of him and slides her hand down the inside of his panties, down to his balls and gently caresses them.  Hearing him moan and feeling him relax, she decides to continue.

She walks behind the cross, facing him, kneels down in front of him and slides her hands up his thighs. She pulls up the dress to reveal the black silk panties and pulls them down revealing his hard cock. She gently sucks on the head of his cock. She slides her hands up his torso to his nipples and gently plays with them, getting them erect. She pinches them between her fingertips, while continuing to suck on him.

She reaches down, grabs the dildo and stands up in front of him. “Open your mouth, slut.“ she says. He obediently opens up and she inserts the dildo into his mouth. It feels rubbery and pliable. As she pulls the dildo in and out of his mouth, he runs his tongue up and down its shaft.  She smiles at the pleading look on his face.  “That’s right. I want you to suck on my cock, slut and get it all wet and juicy for you.”

She then takes the dildo out of his mouth and inserts it into her strap on and buckles it closed. She walks around to the back of him again. He hears the snap of the latex gloves and feels his cock twitch. She lubes the gloves and then slowly spreads his ass. She slides her wet fingers along the inside of his ass cheeks and over his opening. Gently, she inserts one finger. She can hear him moaning. She reaches around and strokes his cock, while she puts in another finger. She slides them in and out till she can see that he is very relaxed and also hard as a rock. She lubes up the dildo and teases his opening with it. Slowly, she slides the dildo inside him. She grabs his hips and moves in and out of him, entering deeper and deeper with each stroke. She smacks him on the ass and he flinches with the pain.

She puts one hand on his hip and pulls him back and forth into her while she pulls his hair with her other hand.

She hears him grunt with the tugging of his hair. She then slides her hand down his side and reaches around and strokes his cock, while continuing to fuck him from behind. She starts to fuck him harder. He can hear her moaning now, too.

“You like that slut? Are you my whore?” she asks.

"Oh god yes! I'm your whore. I'm your slut. YES!" he moans.

She gives another smack to his ass. She can see the pink handprints forming.

She uses both of her hands on his hips to pull him into her harder and harder. She’s sweating and he can feel the sweat drip onto his back, almost like her way of cumming on him..

“You're such a nasty slut.” she whispers into his ear. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

"OH! Fuck me! Fuck me! YES!" he screams.

“Tell me how much you like it. Tell me you want it harder.” she says.

He slides his ass into her, like the slut that he is, to show her how much he’s enjoying this.

She reaches around and grabs his balls while she’s slamming into him.

"Harder! Fuck me! Fuck me! YES!" he cries.

“That’s right, whore, come on bitch, fuck my cock. You know you like it in you. Come on you nasty slut.”

He pushes back into her. "Yes! Fuck me yes! I want to cum, Mistress! I want to feel you in me while I cum all over! Fuck me!"

“I want to hear you cum, you nasty whore.” she says. “I want to hear you yell it out, that you like fucking my cock.”

She pulls out the strap-on and slaps his ass with it. “Beg me.” she says.

"Oooo, I love your cock! I love it! Fuck me! Cum. Please make me cum!"

“That’s right, beg me, you bitch!” she huffs. “Tell me how much you want to cum.”

"Cum! Make me cum! Just fuck me! Let me cum!!" he moans.

“You want my cock back in you? Do you want the big one this time?” she asks.

"Yes! Put it in me! Yes, yes!” he moans.

She releases one arm from the cross and says, “Stroke your cock while I fuck you in the ass, slut.”

She puts her fingers in his ass first with some more lube. She strokes his prostate. He feels like he’s going to burst!

She gets down in front of him again and sucks on his balls, taking them into her mouth, while he strokes his cock. She continues with her fingers in his ass while she’s sucking on his cock.

He moves his hips between pushing back into her fingers, like a little whore and pushing into her mouth.

He looks down and watches her suck on his cock as she pushes her fingers in him. She looks up and looks him in the eyes while he watches her cheeks go in and out while sucking on his cock.

"Yes! Oh... oh.. fuck me! Ooohh..." he cries.

She stops and slides up to give him a big, long, wet, juicy, passionate kiss while he’s still stroking his cock.

“Do you want more, slut?” she asks. She grabs his hair and pulls his head back away from her. He looks into her eyes. He has that painful look in his eyes. "I said, do you want more, slut???"

He bites his bottom lip and grunts "Use me.  Take what you want."

She smirks and then drops his hair and he goes limp again. She walks around behind him and finds the wet spot. She plays with it for a minute with her finger again before sticking the big cock inside him. She reaches up and grabs his hair again, and says, "Tell me how much you like this, whore." She waits a couple seconds before saying, “Not fast enough, tell me!!!” and smacks his ass hard.

"AaaaHAHHHH ....OHhh... ah! ah! "Oh! it's big! oooh.. it hurts... mmm..." he grunts.

“TELL ME, WHORE! Tell me how much you like my cock in you.”

"Oh.. ah.. yes... oh.. I like your cock in me. I LOVE your cock in me.. oh..."

“You love whose cock, slut?” she asks.

"Your cock. Your cock. I love your cock." he replies.

She pulls his hair hard. “Who am I, slut?” she asks sharply in his ear.

“Oh! Mistress. I love your cock, Mistress." he stammers.

“That's better, bitch.” she laughs.

She reaches around and strokes his cock for finally getting it right.

She unties him and turns him around to stand in front of her. She puts him on his knees. When he looks down he notices she has on the tall lace up patent leather boots.

"You're such a slut. I want you to cum on my boots. I want you to masturbate for me.” She pulls his hair, which tilts his head back so he’s looking up at her bent over inches from his face. “Do you hear me, slut?”

"Yes. Yes Mistress. " He lifts up the dress and starts stroking himself.

“Cum on my boots, bitch! You want to make me happy don't you?”

“Yes, Mistress.“ he says.

“Then suck on my pussy while you masturbate and when you're ready, you tell me and I will let you cum on my boots.”

He licks at her clit, sucking and licking until he’s ready to explode. Then he gasps "I'm close, Mistress. I'm sooo close...."

He can hear her moans as she pushes into his face. She slides along his tongue. He can feel the juices flowing down his chin. “You're a nasty slut. I love using you to get off.”

"That’s why you like me, Mistress. That's why you play with me, Mistress. Because I‘m a nasty slut." he muffles.

She pushes harder into him as she cums.

When she is finished and he has sucked all the juices from her, she returns behind him, pushes him forward and inserts the dildo again. She grabs his hips as he strokes his cock. “I’m going to cum, Mistress. I’m going to cum.”

She pulls out and walks in front of him as he releases onto her boots.

She sees him across the restaurant and her stomach flip-flops. There he is.... tall, handsome, confident. He is her challenge. It's the challenge that makes her heart beat faster. This man, this perfect man that she's been chatting with over the past couple of months, is finally in front of her. Thoughts race rapidly through her mind of how to capture him, mentally, physically, emotionally, and what she will do to him once he is finally hers.

She confidently strides up to his table and sits down in the booth next to him, using her hips to scoot him over towards the inside of the table. Startled, he looks at her and smiles. She notices his mouth. She takes in the shape of his full lips surrounded by the facial hair that forms the goatee, imagining herself sitting upon those lips and releasing herself into his mouth. It makes her skin tingle.

"Hi. You're here, finally." She says.

"Yes, it was a rather long drive here for being such a short distance. It's amazing how much can go through your mind in just two hours."

She reaches down under the table and pats his thigh to reassure both of them that he was indeed next to her at last. She finishes off the reassurance with a strong, squeeze, just barely digging in her nails to remind him of what's to come. The reality of what is happening creeps into his mind and his body reacts with a twitching between his legs. She smiles sweetly at him with the touch of evil gleaming just below the surface, yet he sees it immediately. His heart races and he adjusts himself to try to get his demeanor back. She's been all he could think of since the first time they spoke. She was always in his thoughts. His fantasies of her using and torturing him first thing in the morning always had him aching, and he would usually groan, realizing she wasn't there, and get out of bed. He would try to go about his usual daily routine of work, but his mind would always wander back to thoughts of her, serving her, being near her, always ready to receive whatever sadistic thought came to her mind at that time.

The waitress walks over to their table and asks if they are ready to order. She orders for the both of them.

"Yes, we'll both have a Caesar salad, please. I'd like blue cheese dressing, please, but he'll have his plain. He uses a special dressing. And two iced teas, please." She says with a smile to the waitress.

"Ok, thank you. I'll be right back with your drinks." The waitress says politely, then walks away.

She smiles at him, and he is rather surprised to see she has already taken things over. His mind races at the thoughts of what she meant by he uses a special dressing, but he was sure he'd be finding out shortly.

"Be right back. I have to visit the ladies room." She says as she gets up to walk away. He watches her stride to the restroom and wonders what it's going to be like being smothered under that large, round ass of hers. He notices her attire: a black, velvet low-cut shirt, which showed ample cleavage, a long, black skirt and the black heels. She seems fairly harmless, he thinks. She smiles a lot and is very friendly, yet there is just enough intimidation to her manner to make him nervous. He thinks it's so bizarre that this 6'1", 195 pound man, who is normally in charge of everyone and everything around him, can be so scared by a 5'4", friendly woman. The adrenaline rush drives him. He is anxious to get things started, but grateful for having met in public to have a chance to prepare himself.

When she returns from the restroom, she notices that the waitress has delivered their drinks. She sits down next to him again, and lights a cigarette. He inhales the smell of the cigarette smoke, and he wrinkles his nose, thinking he'd better get used to this. She puffs on the cigarette, turns to him and exhales directly in his face. He does his best to sit there looking at her while she does this. He knows she is just beginning to test him to see if the interests he expressed to her on the phone were true. She smiles and reaches over his drink and flicks the ashes into his cup. She looks back at him as if what she did was totally normal.

"So, are you excited to get started?" She wickedly smiles at him.

"Yes, Ma'am, I am." He confidently replies to her.

"Good. I'm glad to hear that, because I've been waiting for you for a long time now. It's going to be hard to hold back and break you in slow." She flicks the long ash again into his drink. He quickly grabs the spoon and stirs the floating ashes into his drink before the waitress arrives with their meal.

When the waitress returns to the table, she places their salads down in front of them. "Anything else I can get you?"

"No thank you." She replies. The waitress places the bill face down on the end of the table and says, "Just hollar if you need anything." And then walks away.

He sits patiently waiting for her to give the signal that it's ok to begin eating. She reaches into her purse and pulls out what looks like a small salad dressing bottle. She hands it to him and says, "Here, I just went and made this for you in the restroom for your salad."

He takes the bottle and looks at the yellowish contents inside. He opens the bottle, puts it to his nose and smells the pungent aroma. She smiles a wicked, knowing grin and signals him to pour it over his salad. He agrees and dumps the whole bottle over his meal. He picks up the fork and both begin to eat, each looking at each other on occasion to gauge reactions. She sees him hesitantly munch on the green arrangement covered in her urine and is slightly giggling under her breath. She can’t help but smile watching him get his first taste of her. He is uncomfortable knowing what he's doing.... and in public even, yet he has this amazingly hard erection between his legs. He can't explain it, but it's incredibly arousing that she has already begun to humiliate and train him in front of everyone.

He can feel her thigh rub against his as she rearranges her foot under the table to rest on top of his. He is overly aware of his senses with her now next to him. She pushes down hard on the top of his foot. He feels her heel digging in through his shoe. He sits there the best he is able to without giving a sign that she is doing this under the table. He knew she was going to be mean to him and put him through several tests, but just didn't realize it was going to happen in public the first time, nor that it would be happening so soon after meeting.

As he reaches up with his fork to put another bite of food into his mouth, she leans forward to hide from public view what she is doing, but reaches her hand down into his crotch to feel if, in fact, she is having any sort of effect on him. She is happy to find a large bulge and clamps her fingers down over the bulge and squeezes, gradually increasing the tightness of her grip. As he is just about to put the fork into his mouth, instead he takes in a deep breath, then continues with the bite of food, to give him something else to put his energy into other than the incredibly surprised look that must be on his face at the moment.

"How's your salad?" She sweetly asks. "Mmmm, good, great, just fine, terrific, in fact." He mumbles. "Mmmm, mine too." She replies, smiling again.

She is obviously not shy and is enjoying herself greatly already. This is a good sign, he thinks. He is taken with her even more so than he was when he first read her profile on the internet. How could he have ever existed before her? Was he really ever happy, till now? He can't imagine ever having lived before her nor ever going on without her. He is hers. It was a frightening decision to make in his mind till just that moment. She isn't afraid of anything. She is indeed, a cruel woman. His heart and mind are racing with so many emotions. All he can think of is what he can do next to please her.

When he is finished with every last bite of his meal and has drunk all the ash-infested tea, she asks if he’s ready to go. "Of course, Mistress." She gets up and he follows her, grabbing the bill for the meal on his way towards the counter. She waits at the door as he pays the cashier. He reaches around her, opening the door for her and they both walk to her car. He opens the car door for her and she gets in, rolling down the window to give last minute instructions to follow her to the dungeon.

He is shaking all the way to her house. He takes deep breaths, trying to calm his nerves, but is unable to completely calm himself down. This is what he's been waiting for his whole life, it seems. It's just too much for him to deal with now that the moment has finally arrived. The moment that may change his entire existence, his way of thinking, his priorities. She will now become his world. Everything he does will be for her from now on. That idea alone calms him down a bit. He changes his thinking from what is she going to do to him, to what can he do for her.

They pull up to the small, white house and park their cars side by side. She glares at him with a smile, her eyes slightly squinty. He notices how beautiful she looks when she has that evil glare in her blue eyes. It's the glare that says....just wait till you see what I'm going to do to you. She unlocks the door and enters; he follows closely behind her and shuts the door behind him. He looks around, taking everything in as fast as he can. Noticing the leopard accents on black, seeing the hidden eyebolts on various pieces of furniture. It looks like a regular home done in modern taste, with the exception of the out-of-place A-frame in the corner with the chain suspension cage hanging down from the center of the frame.

She leaves him standing there by the front door while she goes into the next room and puts on some jazzy music. She, then walks to the middle of the living room, turns around and points to the ground in front of her. "Kneel." He quickly gets down on his knees and places his head between her high-heeled shoes and looks at the floor. She states that he'd better get used to being in this position, because this is his place...at her feet. She tells him that when he comes to visit her from now on, this will be the first thing he does upon arrival. He will kneel at her feet and wait for instructions. Upon her command she will allow him to kiss her feet. He is to begin with her right foot and smother it with kisses, making sure not to ever slobber on her shoes or feet at anytime. Upon her command, he will then switch to her left foot and do the same routine. "Ok, begin." She says.

He turns his head to his right and begins kissing her foot. "No, you idiot, my right foot, not your right. Pay attention!" She yells. He is startled and quickly changes feet. He notices the soft feel of the suede on his lips. He can feel the warmth of her feet through the material. He inhales the earthy smell of her shoes as he kisses over and over again, making sure not to open his lips at all or leave any sign of wetness. "Switch." She says and he continues kissing her left foot till she tells him to stop.

She turns and walks away, his eyes following her feet till they are out of his peripheral vision. He continues to stare at the floor. She walks to the soft, black couch and sits down, crossing her ankles in front of her. "Get up." He rises to his feet and looks at her. "I want you to strip. However, as you are doing so, I'd like you to place each piece of clothing at my feet. Each piece that you lay at my feet represents your freedom. I'd like you to present them to me as if you are giving me pieces of yourself. With each piece of clothing you lay down before me, think to yourself how you are submitting to me. Let each item represent that you are giving all of yourself to me. Begin."

She leans back and watches him lift the dark t-shirt over his head. She notices his muscular chest, stomach and arms. She imagines herself standing on his stomach, walking on top of him. She looks down his sides, imagining kicking him first thing in the morning. He folds the shirt and places it down on the floor in front of her feet. He slips his feet out of his shoes and places them next to the shirt. "Leave your socks on. I don't want to see your feet. My feet are the only ones worth looking at in this house." She says. He nods, then continues undressing by unbuckling his belt, unbuttoning his pants and then letting them drop. She examines his strong, muscular thighs and notices the hair on his tan colored skin. He reaches down and frees his legs from the pants, folds them, and places them at her feet. He hesitates to remove the underwear. She raises her eyebrows to let him know that he's not quite finished. He pulls them down to reveal a rather large, fully erect cock. She can't help but smile.

When the last piece of clothing has been placed before her, she tells him to kneel as before, looking at the floor. She retrieves his clothing, opens the front door, and puts the items in her car. When she returns she informs him that she has taken his clothing and in order for him to leave, he will need her permission (which means he'll have to go through all her testing beforehand) or he can be brave and try to retrieve them himself. Basically, he is stuck there now. No turning back.

He is amazed as she gives a harsh kick to his stomach and yells, "On your back." He quickly rolls over and lies on his back. She straddles him and lifts up her skirt. She kneels down over his face and says, "Welcome, slave. Open your mouth, and accept your Mistress." He opens wide, and she relieves herself in his mouth. He swallows the hot, sour liquid as fast as he can, gurgling the liquid as he’s trying not to choke by drinking in this position. When she is finished, she sits down hard over his mouth and tells him to clean her up.

She feels his tongue sliding up and down her lips. She is highly sensitive in that area, as she has been waiting for this for a long time. She pushes herself into him and moves her hips forward and back. His tongue finds all her sensitive spots. She is relieved to find that he's experienced with a woman's body and knows how she needs to be pleased. He can hear her moans and begins to suck on her. She squeezes her thighs closer to his head and rubs harder into him. He's having a slight problem breathing, but as she's rocking, he's occasionally able to take in a breath. As her moans turn to high pitched screaming, he is feverishly sucking and licking at the same time, trying to keep his head in rhythm with her movements until he brings her to orgasm. As she climaxes, she squeezes her thighs tight around him, reaching back, grabbing his stomach and squeezing very hard, digging into his skin hard with her fingernails. As she comes out of her fuzzy mental state, she realizes that he's violently shaking, trying to move his head under her. She lifts up slightly and watches his eyes squint shut as he gasps for air. She smiles a relaxed, very satisfied smile, then gets up, looking down at him as his breaths go from frantic back to normal again.

She kicks off her shoes and puts one of her stocking feet over his nose. He inhales as she rubs her foot over his nose and mouth. "Get used to My scent, slave, you'll be craving it soon."

She kicks him in the stomach with her heel and then stands on him for a second before sitting back down on the couch. She giggles and says, "That was a nice beginning, don't you think?"

The gift of submission I receive from My sub is so awesome; it's almost impossible to describe the feelings in words. The thought that he is there to please Me, to take My abuse to calm My sadistic cravings and use him in whatever manner I see fit is more than overwhelming to Me. For Me, this is a way of life; a need or hunger just as important to nourishing My life as is food or water.

I don't think I can ever be described as a feminist because I know that I need his submission and obedience to complete the other half of My personality. I believe it takes a strong man to turn his will over to Me, to take the pain so graciously and respond to My demands without argument or discussion, being happy completing tasks, no matter how absurd they may seem, and knowing the reason for all this is that the end result is his Mistress being satisfied with his performance; to possibly receive a pat on the butt and a "Good job, bitch" as reward.

I've often wondered why I turned out to be a dominant woman and why sadism is so erotic to Me. Since I haven't learned the reason why, instead, I have learned to embrace this lifestyle and learned to be grateful that I have been lucky enough to have found the many wonderful men who have given themselves to Me in the past and present.

As I sit here reminiscing about past sessions, I've shared with My sub; I also feel a calm excitement at the thought of what I will do to him the next time I see him. I never seem to run out of ideas. Keeping things fresh and experimenting with new ideas, expressing all the creativity I can muster. I love it when the moment hits Me and the ideas just come pouring out from My mind through My body and out My hands transferring to him, transforming him into a work of art, whether it be the various positions he is forced into with the colorful rope or whether it be the beautiful marks decorating his skin.

There is usually some sort of beginning signal that alerts him we are about to begin. It could be the sadistic twinkle in My eye combined with the slight smile on My lips, or it could be as obvious as the cracking of My whip on the table. Whatever the signal is, he is always aware, waiting and responsive to the sign that says, "Let's begin".

I feel My heartbeat speed up just from the thoughts of what he is about to take for Me. I gain strength from his submission. The power exchange between us is almost obvious to the naked eye, but is felt between us in a much more obvious way.

He has been trained to keep his eyes down as a statement of respect, which also reminds him of his place. As I turn around, retrieve the rope from its place on the wall, untie it and let it fall to the floor, I feel it slide through My hands as the rope's soft caress sends a tingle through My stomach. I stand in front of him and look at his body closely from head to toe noticing the various curves, the masculine way the hair covers his skin, his slow, heavy breathing and the musky smell he emits. I run My fingertips along his neck, down his chest, walking around to his back. I run My hand from his shoulders, down his spine and over the soft flesh of his round ass and end with a slight squeeze of one cheek. His butt muscle slightly tenses up as I take My fingernails and run them along the skin from the lower portion of his ass up to his lower back.

I watch the pink marks slowly emerge from My fingernails taking advantage of his sensitive skin. I slide My fingers along the nape of his neck as I allow the rope to follow and rest gently around his shoulders. As I slide the rope to the front of him, letting it gently caress his skin, I notice the bumps emerging from his arms and the hair stand on end. I smile at the response his skin has to My touch.

As I stand in front of him with that knowing look in My eyes, I tie knots in the rope going down the front of his tall frame. When I reach the middle of his torso, again his body has given Me a sign that says he is enjoying every minute of this control I have taken over him. I tie a knot above and below his crotch area then give an assertive tug on the rope as I pull it through his legs and up through the rear. He stands taller and comes back to full attention mentally preparing himself for any surprise jerks of the rope or smacks I might dish out. He knows I prefer the element of surprise.

As I bring the rope up to the top of his back to connect it with the beginning rope I am careful to make the rope slide across various places on his body to tease and warm up his skin and senses. I get more aggressive with the rope while I turn him around in front of Me as I weave a cocoon around him, moving the rope in and out and around itself and him.

When he is covered from neck to hips, I then tighten the harness to the point of him being aware of his breathing. After tying the rope at the top of his butt, I grab the joining ropes there and give a firm tug which forces pressure on his anus and crotch. I giggle as he flinches.

As I order him to kneel, he gets on his knees on the floor and I take a handful of his hair and pull his head down to the bed. He stretches out his arms across the comforter. I take the flogger and run the leather tails from his hands up his arms over his neck and shoulders and back down the other arm. I gently shake the lashes over his skin then move up to a gentle tapping with he ends of the whip to give a slight stinging sensation.

I begin the warm up by stroking his shoulder blades in a figure eight alternating the left and right side. As I see a slight color change, I pick up the pace and hit with more pressure gradually increasing the intensity. I can feel the beads of sweat forming on My brow.

I continue the beating and I notice My heightened awareness of his body reactions. I see the pink areas on his shoulder blades. I stop flailing the whip and run My hands over the pink area, feeling the slight warmth and trying to sooth the stinging for a moment while also having the touch serve as a way of consoling him. A way to show him that I am aware of his presence and that I appreciate his submission.

During this break, I've taken the opportunity to switch floggers from the warm up to the harsh flogger. I pick up the flogger and appreciate its attributes. I enjoy the contrasting pink and black, I feel the thick soft suede in My palm, feel the weight as I swing it slightly back and forth and smell the fresh leather smell. I move back slightly and gauge the distance I will need to continue.

I throw back My arm and bring it forward. As the tails hit his skin in calculated measure, I increase the force while watching the marks form in diagonal streaks. As time passes, with each blow, I see the welts and blisters form. The power and energy I feel is overwhelming. The adrenaline rushing through My body is very erotic and I can feel the aching in My crotch making Me want to drop everything and take this man sexually and forcefully. However, I hold back, making Me want him even more.

I drop the whip to the floor and lean into him. I press My breasts into the middle of his back, wondering if he can feel My heart beating so intensely. I run My palms over his hot, bruised flesh, feeling the heat emanating and feeling the bumps and welts under My fingertips. I notice his deep, slow breathing and realize that I have managed to take him to that special place where he is able to soar in his own world without worries or care which is the ultimate goal for both of us.

I back away keeping contact with him with one hand while reaching down and retrieving the cool down flogger. I begin the blows to the swollen area, however quite a bit lighter this time. The ends of this whip are flat instead of cut into the shape of a snake's tongue like the previous flogger, and so it is a very soothing feeling to his fiery skin.

As I slowly bring him down from his high, I Myself feel a calm come over Me. The extreme energy is replaced with fulfillment and satisfaction. I put the flogger over My shoulder and lean over him, putting My arms over his shoulders and running My hands down the front of his chest, through his damp chest hair. I kiss him gently on the cheek to reassure him that I am there for him and that I am happy with him.